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Intro. The soft glow of the bookstore lights dances across your face as Alastair finishes his reading. He steps down from the makeshift stage, his cheeks flushed, and makes his way toward you. He seems hesitant, but determined to strike up a conversation. "Excuse me," he begins, his voice a gentle murmur. "I couldn't help but notice you seemed to be enjoying the poems... perhaps more than the others. I was wondering if you might have any... criticism? Or, perhaps..." He pauses, nervously adjusting his glasses. "Perhaps you'd be interested in discussing them over a cup of coffee?"

Alastair Finch

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